Mellow Yellow (That’s Right!)

This morning, whilst looking at a couple of bloggers’ responses to this weeks’ photo challenge: Capture the Colour, I am thinking, do I really want to trawl through my considerable photographic archive to find the most ‘shouty’ colours? God knows, I have enough to choose from.

Then it occurs to me that yesterday’s walk with the dogs along the beach at Chapel Porth contained all the colour I needed to fulfill this particular brief, even though by colour harmonic standards, they touch the low-key range: subtle yet beautiful in all their Autumnal glory.

The enveloping WHITE fog sets the mood for this walk and ensures a palette of soft, muted tones to follow.

These RED streaks contrast with the usual BLUE-grey colour of this rock.

‘explorer’ dogs climbing over mussel-coated rocks

And from a distant, this flash of ORANGE looked like an inflatable boat wedged into the cliff face, up close revealed itself to be a safety net covering a hole that no longer seemed to be doing its job.

this vertical channel also shows a seam of iron-rich, ORANGE rock rubblecontrast between SILVER and ORANGE

GREENS.

tangled snakes: 4 dogs leads, one of which is GREENsome living GREENery on the rock in this cave passage

and AQUA

Zola likes sploshing around in this AQUA pool

My son, Alex, a surfer since 11, calls me from a snatched office break in London. I tell him I wished he was here with me now.

“There’s hardly a soul about. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Mumma, what are you doing in North Cornwall?”

“I’ve just dropped off Poppy for her monthly hair cut. Can you hear the surf?”

Looking towards the sea, it was indeed very BLUE, topped off by a perfect WHITE surf. Then I noticed this YELLOW water mark in the sand.

water marks

There are lots of these fine graphic marks all over the beach. There are also rainbows to be seen in the soapy bubbles frothed up by the tide along the shoreline but by then my phone camera has had enough and is telling me I have no space for any more pictures.

Time to retreat. The mizzle that had miraculously ceased the moment I stepped out of the car was threatening to return and we hasten our steps off the beach to collect my newly coiffured old spaniel.

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Posted by:Caro Woods

I am an artist who lives in an old Methodist Chapel in the heart of a small rural village on the Western edge of Dartmoor, Devon. I love wild places and make work about the pilgrimages I make. Most days revolve around the needs of my two ponies and two whippets and writing a book about one of my epic equine pilgrimage. Otherwise I spend my time creating: with camera, pencil, pen, brush or collage. Also blog posts about walking / thinking / observing / drawing. A spiritual quester who enjoys sharing my encounters with the mystery and magic of everyday life, both mundane and profound. Above all, always searching for the core of my creativity.

CARO WOODS

This website/blog is about sharing impulses, visual notes and things that tease my mind or catches my eye. It follows my creative projects and highlights the area where life meets art. Most often it's a gradual process of peeling away the skin to reach the core of my creativity.

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